―Would I make money by it? Stephen asked.

Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of the hammock, said:

―I don’t know, I’m sure.

He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen and said with coarse vigour:

―You put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for?

―Well? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom? From the milkwoman or from him. It’s a toss up, I think.

―I blow him out about you, Buck Mulligan said, and then you come along with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.

―I see little hope, Stephen said, from her or from him.